I truly hadn't expected this!
He should have taken the relic and left. After all, all he wanted was the extraordinary radiation lingering within the ruins; Li Su had little interest in anything else. Water God Gonggong's reputation was immense, but in the end, he still could not compare to the Three Pure Ones, the Saints.
With Saint Supreme, even the highest-tier Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Arts from Journey to the West held little appeal for him, much less anything else.
Yet the moment he stepped into that hall, already more than half decayed, Li Su was deeply drawn in by the sight within.
After all, unlike the previous Houyi relic, this place was Gonggong's palace. In other words, one of the Twelve Witch Ancestors had once lived here.
Not only did it retain an exceptionally dense extraordinary aura, Li Su also sensed ripples of will.
They were not the thoughts of a living person, but thoughts left behind in the distant past. They should have dispersed long ago, yet their owner had been too terrifying. Even after millions of years, they still echoed here, lingering without fading.
And it was precisely this will that drew Li Su in.
Gonggong seemed to have been creating an exceptionally special cultivation art, and had continued doing so for a very long time.
That was likely why this will had endured until now. After all, when an existence of that level pondered something for a prolonged period and poured immense amounts of thought into it, the sheer weight of it was naturally terrifying.
Even Li Su now, if he wished, could leave behind a wisp of killing intent here that would remain undying for roughly a century, perhaps even a millennium.
That was the Daluo realm—the Daluo realm that had ignited Eternity.